What could be better than sleeping with three cats? My little cuddly goats. Wonderful warmth and love.
Something soft moves along my finger. It feels like a soft kiss from one of my kittens. I open my eyes to see if I’m right, but all I see is black. My other hand moves towards the kitten. My fingers feel my blanket and my pillow, until I reach a velvety soft coat. As soon as I touch the fur, I turned on the spin switch. There’s a huge noise right next to my ear, but it’s a satisfying noise. I stroke her gently. So small and yet so much noise. Her paw is still against my finger. As if we are making out.
When I want to lie down better, I try to move one leg. This turns out to be an impossible task, because my leg is blocked by something on both sides. I know Whiskey always sleeps close to my leg. I feel her warmth through the blanket. The other side is also warm, and really blocked.
My night light illuminates the dark bedroom. Flügel is still purring next to my pillow and looks up a bit irritated. To the left of my leg is indeed Whiskey, her usual spot. On the right side of my leg is Monster. Their eyes blinking against the bright light.
I turn off the nightlight again and lie down with a smile. This is the nicest thing there is, sleeping with three cats. What fun and pure love. All three of my cats around me, like I’m the cat lady. Hand in hand with Flügel, and foot in foot with Whiskey and Monster, I fall asleep with a loving feeling.